I

 

Some dim frieze
in the night
of music
presences
the ox the
fire for hands
room in the
structured tomb
For the dance
And the arch
Weave among
portentous
fragments sky
wind giving

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II

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ar argot
a rig and
Back to sea
You go ay
ay listen
To The Dive
and turning
in marvel
at the score
writ by an
an1ma
Dear Me I
she and I
are shaking

 

 

III

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more than song
in decay
my shores toss
a fragrant
bristling hate
I weep much
of the sea
what men have
been in the
shadowy
birdless place
the pass by
O burst and
womanly     

 

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IV

 

it was great

we spoke of

delicate

Brooklyn Bridge

to an old

loveliness

bosky dells

I think sweet

In cities

I gather

on the one

Poised like sky

ever my

I and i